maleficentmoi

Pain is a funny thing. Well, not literally, of course. If that were the case, I'd have pissed myself this morning. I awoke for work and soon discovered that all the discomforts in my life recently, emotionally, physically, and mentally, were precursors to a helluva pain straight from my right kidney. I've had stones before, but none like this mother in several years. I almost passed out a couple of times, but cold water from a sink tap kept me upright. Of course, in retrospect, it would've been better for me to go black in the mind, but that stupid "Man Card" comes with some pretty strict stipulations. To my credit, I was quick to play the "Emergency Room" card in this game, something I usually put off until I start worrying about my heart instead. I called in sick, thinking things would pass as long as I relaxed in bed. Bullshit! Try a gurney, sucker. I hate emergency rooms and hospitals, thanks to "Silent Hill" video games and movies like "Jacob's Ladder". In general, nurses and doctors give me the heebie-jeebies. I keep waiting for them to stab me with a knife. Well, anyway, I have a four millimeter stone lodged somewhere between my kidney and bladder and a bottle full of painkillers to play with these upcoming days. I hope the fuckers play nice and turn in early. I may work tomorrow, depending how the rest of this day goes, but Monday looks out. I'm not going out of town with this stone in me. Screw that. I love myself too much for that, buddy.